The north side of this island is
strewn
with reefs so we came round the west end. The bay varies between
4-8m
and is covered with grass so holding is not perfect, but there
is
plenty of room for the few boats that come here to put out lots
of
chain.
On arrival you are greeted by many locals in dugout canoes
(mango trees apparently) all wanting to sell you a flag or take
you
on trips to the market or inland. After several days' sailing it
can
be hard to deal with them, but it does quickly settle down. Our
anchorage is named Port Morgan, after Henry Morgan, who, amongst
other pirates, is said to have sheltered here.
The Kaliko bar is
run by Jean-Jean and his wife Rosamina. Jean-Jean came by boat
to
make the reservation. We booked a fish dinner, but were later
told
they didn't have enough fish in, so we upgraded to lobster for
an
extra $2 (good choice!). Embarrassingly we turned up 1 hour
early as
we had changed time zone again without realising it, so we went
for a
walk on the beach and a beer, bumping into Kim and Simon who had
given us 50l of water to tide us over. The company was very
convivial
and the owners daughter plaited Caroline's hair as we whiled
away the
night.

local art

fishing boat

Please note, whiling away the night
for
cruisers means being ready for bed at 10pm at the latest!